"Wait up." Anja called to
Megan who was walking down the Ladeuze Square a bit ahead.
Anja, an outgoing, brown-haired girl, had met Megan, a bombshell redhead,
at their local dance school. Both of them were students and had started
taking classes there to unwind from the stress of studying and taking
classes. Exam season was approaching and Anja had wanted nothing more than
to leave the stress behind and to just shake loose on the dance floor.
Parties were organised on Thursday evenings however and since today was
Monday, she'd have some time to go. Taking a dance class was the next best
Megan had turned around and was waiting for Anja to catch up.
"You going to class?" Megan asked.
"Yeah, I think we might be headed for the same one."
"Oh, you're finally taking up burlesque?" Megan teased,
"It'll do your dancing some good."
"Hey, I've got moves." Anja retorted.
"Sure you do. You can shake your booty quite well." Megan
"You just shake your tits around."
"No no no, I use all of my womanly wiles to sell an image of sexy
"Leave it to the psychologist-to-be to describe flashing your skin
"They flash more skin on a beach these days." Megan smiled,
"But the kick I get from it is so amazing. I'm addicted."
"Well maybe I'll find out for myself tonight." Anja answered.
Megan wondered about that. Though Anja loved dancing, it basically came
second to finding a lover for the night. She wasn't one to dictate how
others should live their lives though and concentrated on the class to
come. Anja would be in for a surprise though since they'd be working on
the more traditional sexy dances today... and that Cancan took quite a bit
of energy and flexibility to perform.
Anja pulled open the doors of the dance studio and entered the reception
room. The place had lockers, some curtains that could be closed for
changing clothes and most importantly, a comfy couch area where people
could wait until their classes started.
But the waiting area was currently occupied by a Latin dance student by
name of Roy. Roy needed every bit of practice time he could get since he
would be entering a contest right before exams. So if he was 15 minutes
early, honey, he'd be using that nice wood floor to practice his Chacha.
As he shimmied back he crashed into the women and had to scramble to stay
"Watch it." he growled, "What if I fall and break an
"Must I remind you that you crashed into us?" Anja sneered back,
like hell she'd be talked down to by this drama queen.
"If not for Anja, You'd have crashed into the door." Megan added
but in a softer tone.
Roy calmed down. His nerves were frayed because of the upcoming contest
and exams. Looking at the clock, he saw that he still had 10 more minutes
before the next class change. And here he had two potential partners to
practice a tango with.
"I guess I need to thank you." he said, "How about a Tango
to lighten te mood?"
"The tango is hardly a light dance." Megan smirked, but Anja
took the bait and said: "Show me how good you lead."
"Be careful Roy, she's practically a novice." Megan warned.
"So I won't dip deep." Roy said, having faith in his physical
strength. Anja didn't look like she'd be all that heavy, she was also
smaller than Megan which fit his frame better.
Roy switched the music on his phone and let the air of the tango take over
the room. He took hold of Anja and was surprised when he felt no
reservations and she instantly draped herself over his arms and chest.
Well at least she had the spirit. He led her through the basic steps and
found that she could keep up with those. The moment he stepped up to
interpretations and elaborations he felt that Anja had a lot left to
learn. Still it wasn't bad to train with a novice to see how good his own
The music stopped and Roy grinned as he said: "That actually went
better than I expected."
"Hey!" Anja said.
"Take the praise Anja." Megan said, "Coming from Roy that's
saying a lot. He's practically a celebrity."
"Want to try another dance?" she asked Roy, knowing how tense he
would be. And he was a dream to dance with, even if she always was a bit
worried he might ask her to lead for a dance. Ballroom wasn't her style
and she wouldn't know where to start. Though the thought had her a bit
excited as well. Megan didn't really believe in gender-roles.
Before Roy could answer, the door opened again and a loud base entered,
followed by Lisa, a tanned, blonde-haired woman wearing leather pants, a
leather jacket and army boots. She'd finished her break dance class that
took place out back on the courtyard and still felt hyped up. Coming in to
a room with classical music playing clashed so much with her current mood
and energy that she lashed out.
"No dancing in the waiting room." She called.
Roy gave her a death glare and replied catty: "And who's the one
bringing in the loud drum and base?"
"At least that's music." Lisa retorted.
Roy looked ready to have a heart attack, Anja seemed to be ready to swing
a bit on the beat and Megan really didn't know if she dared cutting the
music and risk another eruption from Lisa.
Lisa glowered and dropped down on the couch. She was in a terrible mood
and felt like the whole world should suffer. She'd broken up with her
girlfriend of 2 years and she hadn't seen it coming. Lisa'd thought they'd
been doing ok, had thought about moving in together after they
graduated... but apparently Evelien had not. To make matters worse,
Evelien had broken up because she felt Lisa was just too masculine...
which was exactly what had attracted her in the first place.
Lisa's mood dipped even deeper and she opened her mouth, ready to spout
out her darkest deepest thoughts on the world and everyone in it, when a
door opened and the high voices of the Bee-Gees sang out:
"ah-ah-ah-ah staying alive!".
Lisa groaned and covered her ears. She just couldn't take any happy music
right now. But shutting out the music didn't work when the person exiting
the dance studio was a dark chocolate man with muscles in all the right
places, and apparently lacking in modesty as all he was wearing were
bright orange hot pants, a yellow T that seemed to be a size too small and
a set of metal and glass necklaces and chains.
Barry turned around and came face to face with 4 grinning faces.
"What's up?" he asked and then, turning to Lisa, "Dude, you
"Shut up." Lisa sighed.
He pulled her up and said, "Disco a bit, no-one can stay sad in the
Barry grabbed the girl by the hand and felt he could understand where she
was coming from. Though he'd grown up in a warm family, he was still
different from most of his classmates because of the colour of his skin.
The rural town of Boom didn't have many migrants when he'd been younger
though lately Blacks, Asians and Middle-Eastern people weren't all that
uncommon anymore. Being different would always be difficult and when you
felt down the only thing that would help you was to let it out and dance.
By the smell of Lisa, she'd been doing just that but clearly break-dancing
wasn't as effective as disco.
"Listen to this Barry, she said only drum and base was music,
everything else was noise." Megan ratted.
"Now I know you were kidding when you said that." Barry grinned,
spinning her into his chest while he raised his arm to point.
As he snapped his fingers a weird thing happened and next thing they knew
they were somewhere different and alien. Strangers, not all of them
looking right, were staring at them and someone said:
"Oh, it appears we've gotten in some more candidates."
Stories continued on their
STORY - [ANJA] [LISA] [MEGAN]